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[4:54pm] // B. Katsuki

“fuck,” you cussed for the umpteen time today, mind in overdrive from the numerous math questions you did in the past few hours. it was taking a toll on you and honestly, you just want to take a big fucking nap.

there’s a test tomorrow for class 3A, and the subject was, you guessed it – math.

in the midst of your self-pity, you heard sudden huffing and puffing from behind you, making you furrow your brows.

“you better not be jerking off right now or i will–“

“fuck woman get ya head out the gutter, ‘m just doing some push ups,” katsuki, or better known as your angry-blonde-pomeranian of a boyfriend, interjected as he continued muttering the number of pushups he had done. 195..196..197…

“you didn’t let me finish, i was gonna say that i would join you,” you shrugged your shoulders. “but i guess you clearly don’t want that.”

hearing a growl and a thump, you swivelled your chair around to meet the rather enjoyable sight of a slightly panting katsuki on the floor of your dorm room.

200.

“do you not have to study for tomorrow or something?” you questioned.

katsuki snapped his gaze towards you from the ground, and raised an eyebrow.

“babe, you know i don’t do last minute revision,” he pushed himself off the ground with a smirk, advancing to your desk.

You scoffed at his statement before turning the chair back to face the one math problem you’ve been stuck on for god knows how long.

leaning his body over you, you could feel the dip in your chair from when he placed his arm on the headrest, and his other hand on the desk, the position caging you in. it made you feel safe, oddly.

as katsuki scanned the worksheet, you were busy admiring the slight sheen of sweat on his bicep, deliciously showing off the curvature of muscles.

lick.

a beat passed before you retracted your tongue back into your mouth, seemingly bewildered by your own action.

katsuki was no better, he blinked twice dumbly before registering that you had just licked his arm… his arm.

“What the fu-“

“sweet,”

both of you spoke at the same time, with you sheepishly looking up at his blank yet slightly offended expression.

he stared at you for a few more seconds before sending a quick whack to the back of your head that got you whining in faux pain.

“what was that for!” you rubbed your head with a pout.

“ya fuckin’ idiot,” he sighed exasperatedly but you knew his words and action held no menace, not when there’s a trace of a smile threatening to break through his annoyed facade.

giggling, you looped an arm around his neck above you, pushing it down for your lips to meet. it was a short kiss, but still had the corners of your mouth turn up into an irrepressible smile and your insides warm with affection.

katsuki had his thumb rubbing circles on your head, a silent apology for whacking you in that exact spot a few moments ago.

separating from each other, you could see katsuki’s pink dusted cheeks and awkward borderline smile, it was adorable. he was adorable. so adorable you couldn’t help but coo and pinch his cheeks.

at that, his awkward smile disappeared into a scowl. his ruby eyes narrowing at you.

“tch, c’mon, what’s the problem with this question?”

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“katsuki,” you look down. “you’ll never guess what i found out at work.” katsuki looks up, lifting his head from where he laid on your chest to show an adorably comedic shift in his hair.

“hm, what happened, baby?”

“i haven’t been able to work as much hours because my manager thinks i’m not fit for the job.”

now katsuki fully lifts himself up, supporting himself on his forearms to face you with a frown on his lips. “the one with cat whiskers for a mustache?” you nod, lips wavering and tempted to let out a giggle at the comparison.

“that little bitch-ass. say the word and i’ll deal with him.” you’re laughing until you realize how serious your boyfriend is, a stern look adorning his features without a hint of humor in sight. “oh? you’re—“

“just say it, i’m serious.” it’s almost as if he’s begging you to say it, red eyes hardening with every passing minute at the infuriating thought of your manager. “mhm, and i was serious when i said that i’d never say it. can’t have you going to jail for me.”

your tone seems to lighten the atmosphere, a smirk shared between you two as katsuki lowers himself but with his chin hooked on your shoulder. “oh, the things i’d do for you,” he pauses, his lips catch onto the shell of your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“quit your job. you know i’ll take care of you, baby.”

　　engrave this process into your mind & move on.

　i , assume. this is the whole thing. everything else is decoration. assume what you want is already real. not coming, not pending, not "in progress." real. here. done. the moment you assume it, it exists. there is no gap between thought and reality.

　ii , persist. this is where most people trip. they assume, then check the mirror every five minutes, looking for signs, looking for proof. but a mirror reflects what you believe to be true, not what you’re begging to see. you persist in the assumption. not because you’re forcing anything, but because you understand this is how reality works. you wouldn’t assume gravity is real, then spend the rest of the day doubting it. same rules apply.

　iii , let it unfold. no micromanaging. no checking the tracking number. no pacing back and forth wondering if you did it right. assumption is not about force. it is not about effort. it is not a request. assume, persist, and let reality adjust. it always does. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. . . but what then? 　iv , live it. you don’t wait for confirmation to breathe. you don’t wait for a written notice that the sky is still in place. stop waiting. start being. reality does not need you to second-guess it. it already knows what to do. assume, persist, and step into it.

We have heard enough of bakugou being possessive. Let's talk about the reason behind it

In all reality, katsuki isn't possessive, he is scared, so so much scared that he feels helpless. What if you fall out of love with him? Like all those fucking extras? Katsuki is so scared that he would comfort you even when he's the one in pain, he doesn't want all this to end- doesn't want it to ever cease even if it's one heck of a dream.

It's not his possessiveness, it's you; it's your love that made him fall so so hard. The sight of you with someone else just makes him feral.

You are his only redemption; would you always stick with him? It drones his mind hours and hours on end.

What if?

Slumping against the kitchen counter, he just wishes to listen to your hushed, quite breaths as you sleep, he wishes...no, he needs to be the one holding you flat against his chest as you are asleep.

He claws at the stupid hero costume that clings to his body from all the sweat and blood; you don't know he is in pain, but if you did would you be there for him?

Sometimes he cannot help but think whether he imposed his life on you, his mind can't help but see all those flickering moments of the life you had before him; you were happy back then, but are you now?

You walk out of the bedroom without urgency, you hand mindlessly rubbing the soreness from the day. It was so late but the emptiness that Katsuki left behind didn't let you sleep.

'Katsuki?'

He winces, tries to look away from you. How could he not? You looked so much in pain, and it seemed like you had already traded half of his injury the moment your fingers smoothed out his hair, the shiver of your fingers doing something in him.

'Katsuki, are you hurt?'

He doesn't bother replying, doesn't bother bothering you. He relaxes against your shoulder, drinking on the feel of your skin against his.

'Missed you fuckin' so much.'

You hummed at him, slightly beckoning him to follow you to the bedroom. You told him repeatedly he was hurt, he was bleeding, but he didn't care.

And who was at fault? Your or his love?

Katsuki isn't possessive, he is just scared till the end of him. He has fallen so so hard, he can trade all the good he ever gained, just for you.

thinking about how james farrow chose a passage from pericles, a play where someone is thought to have dead at sea only to be reunited with the protagonist, as his letter to oliver makes me feral

I'm sending you all a kiss on your pretty tummies because they're pretty and you're pretty and that's it ok

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First time writing for MHA, but I love Shoto so much that I needed to write, or at least try, something for him. (And I’m struggling a bit with Broken Pillar, but i will update it soon!)

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Insecurity, but a lots of fluff cause my boii deserves all the love 

Since the exam for the provisional hero license ended Shoto has been awfully quite, even more than usual.

You sat next to him on the bus, exhausted but happy since you achieved an important step on the long way to become a pro hero. Shoto on the other hand had failed the test and has not spoken a single word since you left the facility.

He wasn’t one to talk much, he rather enjoyed listening and learning without taking a too active part in conversations. He was curious and a gentle soul radiating a calmness and secured aura that infected a lot of your friends, including you.

But now his silence was different. Fists clenched in his lap his eyes were downcast and shielded by his dual coloured fringe.

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